The Christmas Party

The Christmas Party - Part 1 ? by SeeShow It's amazing to me how things have turned around 180 degrees in my relationship with Barbie. When she and I first meet she was only seventeen; a skinny kid with a few complexion problems. I was twenty-three and had just graduated from college with an exciting future to look forward to in my dad's construction business. Barbie's mom was happy to see her only daughter attach herself to a guy with some future rather than some of the high school bad boys that were trying to get into her panties. When I suggested Barbie live with me as I put her through college her mom was more than happy about the arrangements. It was pressure from my folks that led me to get married during Barbie's junior year. Those initial years were ideal as far as I was concerned. But by the time Barbie graduated with her masters degree as computer systems specialist things began to change. She was of course no longer dependent on my money to put her through school and she was making an excellent income. Her skinny appearance and minor complexion problems had disappeared as well as putting on some needed weight she actually had grown a few inches taller as well. She was now a full grown gorgeous 5'8" women with a beautiful figure in the neighborhood of 34C-25-35. As for myself, I had never been what you considered a real good looker and unfortunately baldness runs rampant in our family and as I approached the ripe old age of thirty, I was reseeding quickly. My height of 5'7" placed me at a little shorter than her, even when she wore flats. I had the feeling that people looked at us when we were out together and wondered how such a plain ordinary guy had been able to latch onto a beauty like Barbie. As a couple I guess we were an oddity; kind of a Mutt and Jeff couple with me being short and very ordinary while Barbie was wonderfully tall, sexy and beautiful. It didn't help my ego any that Barbie was no longer looking to me for guidance and direction as she once had. As a matter of fact she had developed a complete air of confidence and assurance to the pont that she was the one giving directions to me. She was good at her job and she knew it and she was beautiful and she knew that as well. Why wouldn't she know it? Her co-workers and even her boss were always telling her how beautiful she was. Several years ago I made one of two very large mistakes in my relationship with Barbie. Our sex life wasn't like it once was and in order to add that spark back to our sex life I got the brilliant idea of showing some x-rated videos to Barbie. Believe it or not she had not ever seen one before and as the night went on I thought it was a good idea on my part because she was obviously interested in the action taking place on the screen. In fact, she was breathing hard when I played with her tits as we watched Peter North take on Barbie Doll. She kept commenting on how BIG he was as well as the other males in the video. She turned to me and told me that she had never really noticed how small I was until now. I don't think she meant it viciously, but never the less it did hurt my feelings. I knew that my five incher was just a little under the norm, but I had never been made too feel ashamed of it until then. The second huge mistake I made and I guess the thing that really cemented me being relegated to a secondary role with Barbie took place about a year ago. You see my dad passed away leaving me the business. I remembered how he had almost lost everything in a law suit and thought I was being smart by placing everything I owned in Barbie's name. (Knowing someone might sue me in the future as builders often have a dissatisfied customer) I knew that once six months had passed if I was required to file bankruptcy, that my creditor would not be able to obtain anything from me as it would legally be owned by Barbie. What I hadn't counted on was Barbie deciding that since everything was now in her name she ruled the household. She definitely became the more dominate personality in our relationship. She took to paying the bills, and deciding what we needed and didn't need to buy. She even put me on a minimal budget that required me asking her for money any time I wanted to buy something more expensive than gas for the car or my haircuts. On the other hand, Barbara who always had high tastes in cars and clothes drove her' corvette and wore the sexiest classy designer dresses. It seemed to me that from the day we signed the papers for her to own all our property, her attitude toward me changed. For example, she began expecting me to do more of the household chores than I had done in the past so that she could spend more time in the gym working on building an even better figure than the one she had. One of the things she insisted upon was having a mammary augmentation operation. She told me that it had always bothered her that she didn't have bigger breasts when she was growing up and she really wanted them now. When I started to protest she reminded me that she' had the money to do it and it's what she wanted. The operation cost over $8,000 with all medical bills considered and according to Barbie it was worth every penny of it as her figure blossomed to a full 37DD-25-35. After the operation her way of dressing seemed to change drastically as she began wearing much sexier cloths and heavier makeup than before to accentuate her new bountiful figure. I knew that she had never had any one but me and I just figured that she was enjoying the flattery that came her way as men looked at her in her sexy clothing. I have to tell you right now I am NOT one of those guys who enjoys guys ogling his wife. I always found it hard to accept despite Barbie's words to not worry about it. She kept telling me how I should be proud of how sexy she looks and how nasty remarks to her from other men was just their way of complimenting her and me. When I asked how that complimented me, she quickly answered by telling me that having a sexy good looking wife like her that other men desired was a tribute to my good taste and good sense to marry her in the first place. How could I argue with that? However, I did and still do feel jealous when men are giving her the once over. But, knowing Barbie enjoys it I simply do not say anything about it any more. Despite her new sexy breasts, our sex life actually seemed to go further down hill after the operation. We went down to having sex about once a week and it was killing me to be living with this sexy goddess and be getting so little sexual action. Like any guy in my position, I started jacking off and I kept wondering why Barbie wasn't as interested in sex as much as she once was. Last month at her company's Christmas party, I think I finally got my answer. Her company was having a very formal affair that was held at a hotel downtown. Watching Barbie dress for the affair was. She wore silver-black 4" high heels, black nylons held up by a sexy black garter belt, and a black knit dress with a low cut scoop neckline and a high side slit. She bought some expensive jewelry just for the occasion and her silver necklace, bracelet and diamond studded ear rings complimented her black dress beautifully. As we walked into the party all eyes went toward her and I could see envy in the eyes of some of the older more conservative wives and lust in some of the eyes of the men present there. Barbie directed me to a table which she had obviously previously arranged as to who would be sitting there. One of the men sitting at our table was Andrew, Barbie's boss. I noticed that he was not with anyone else and I also noticed the way he really gave her the once over. After introductions all around we sat down with me on one side of Barbie and Andrew on her other side. It was hurtful to me to watch the guys at our table flirt with Barbie and even more hurtful to observe Barbie returning their remarks with flirtations of her own, especially to Andrew. Making remarks about how wonderfully tall his pinstriped suit made him look were particularly damaging to me as she knew my sensitivity about my short stature. Just as bad where her compliments to him about his wonderful full head of hair. In return, he would whisper in her ear and she would giggle like a sixteen year old. But that wasn't the only problem I had to suffer through. Barbie began putting me down in various ways including telling everyone that she wasn't sure how she convinced me to come to a dance when I NEVER danced, mostly because I didn't know how. Everyone around the table snickered at her put-down remark. It was obvious that she was interested in dancing and so Andrew got up and asked her if she wanted to dance. As an after thought he kind of looked my way and said, "...that is if it's OK with you" Barbie answered for me, telling him that she was sure I wouldn't mind. - When, in fact, I think she knew that I did. Thereafter, guys keep her busy dancing most all of the dances, especially the slow ones. Some of the guys seemed to take delight in holding her real tight and close and none more so than Andrew. I suffered trough watching my wife cuddle up to these guys on the dance floor with them becoming more and more familiar with her. As the drinks flowed and Barbie continued to imbibe she also got more and more rambunctious it seemed to me. At one point, I noticed Andrew had his hand INSIDE the back of her dress and all the way down onto her ass. I swear that I could see Barbie's hand on her bosses crotch. It became so upsetting to me that I simply couldn't bear to watch any more. I tried to engage in polite conversation with some of the people at my table but my thoughts kept going back to the fact that my wife was out on the dance floor practically being devoured by her boss. When the band took a break, Andrew brought her back to the table and I thought I'd have some jealously relief, but I was wrong. When they sat down, Andrew had drawn his chair closer to my wife and I could just barely see that he had his hand on her bear nyloned leg (the one exposed by the slit in the side of her dress). He was obviously stroking it up and down and Barbie seemed to be really enjoying it and whatever it was that he kept whispering into her ear. After we'd been there for about three and a half hours and I'd taken all I could take, I suggested to Barbie that we leave. By then she was slurring her words and had definitely had to much to drink. She point blank told me that she wasn't anywhere close to being ready to leave and if I was not having any fun then I should go home and go to bed and she'd find someone to bring her home. By then I was too pissed off to be thinking straight and I simply left, knowing full well that the one to bring her home most likely would be Andrew. When I got home, I just couldn't sleep with the vision of my Barbie dancing so wickedly with her boss and the other men at the party. I tossed and turned and finally about 2:00 AM I gave up altogether and it hit me that Barbie was still not home. I went toward to the window and opened it a little to let some fresh air in because it was unseasonably warm even for here in the deep south. It was then that I saw, with some relief a car pull into our driveway and Barbie get out from the passenger side. Her hair was all messed up and her clothes seemed to be in disarray. As her boss got out from his side she went around to his side and told him she couldn't thank him enough for the really great time he had given her for the evening. He told her that the evening didn't have to end just yet did it and with that she flung her dress jacket on the hood of his car and said she guessed not. When he asked about me, she said, "don't worry about him. Based on his previous record, ?Mr. Excitement' has been asleep for hours. With that said she practically attacked him. Her lips went to that sensitive spot on his neck that most men don't like to admit that they have, while her hands rubbed his shoulders and chest. In a moment or two, one hand found its way to the growing bulge in his pants and she spent several minutes making sure it was well rubbed. Without being prompted by him she dropped to her knees and unbuckled his belt. I couldn't believe that she was doing this to me and in our driveway where some neighbors might see her despite the late hour. She mouthed his prick through his silk boxer shorts before she slipped it out into the breeze. Then she just stroked it a while with her hands. When it was good and hard she engulfed it with her lips. She slurped the length from crown to base in long, wet strokes. I couldn't believe she was giving her boss a blow job (something she hardly ever did for me) and I couldn't believe she was doing it right in our own driveway. I could tell that he was about to unload and made her back off a bit, while he reached down and pinched her nipples through her dress. Abruptly, she stood, then backed off a few steps. She had a lustful smile on her face. "Do me from behind," she said, as she pulled up her skirt over her waist. "Like you did in the car." I was doubly jolted. Not only did she want him to fuck her, but they had obviously already indulged in their sexual games previously. With that said, she lowered her panties to mid thigh and leaned against the hood of the car, with her ass presented to him most invitingly. Andrew stepped up behind her and laid his prick in the valley between her ass cheeks. Instead of sliding in immediately he reached around and cupped her bare tits by lowering the top of her dress and nuzzled her neck giving her a small hickey. Finally, he hunched a little and drove his big dick solidly into her gleaming pussy. He seemed to hesitate savoring the sensation for a moment before he began thrusting in and out of her. I guess it was because Barbie was completely lost in ecstasy or maybe because she just didn't care if the neighbors heard, but before I knew it she was screaming her head off as he plunged into and out of her unresisting depths. Her tits were squashed against the warm hood of the car and I could see her expression reflected in the windshield -- she seemed to be enjoying one long sustained orgasm. Her boss seemed to redoubled his efforts, and in short order he plastered his seed deep inside her, while she came and came and made a misty spot on the windshield with her panting breath. They both slumped against the car and I knew their action was done for the night. I was heart fallen beyond belief as I had observed that scene unfold before me. I was simply too shocked and crushed to move from my spot as I watched their lewd coupling below me. Allowing him to spill his seed deep inside her womb was the final blow to my pride as Barbie always made me wear a condom when we made love. What was worse of all, was the fact that she was in a very fertile period of her cycle. I hustled back into bed, closing the window carefully as they said their last good-bys and Barbie pulled her dress back up over her breasts and down over her legs. In just a few moments she was up the steps and into our room with her panties still in her hands. I faigned being asleep when she came into the room. I had thought of confronting her with what I had seen, but decided the better part of valor was just to ignore it. My real fear was that if I had confronted her she might have said, "So what. What are you going to do about it?" And the truth is, I know I wouldn't be able to do anything about it. I figured it was just better to keep it to myself than to engage in a possible conflict with my beautiful and sexy wife. After all, even if I don't have her exclusively, I enjoy her sexually from time to time and half a loaf is certainly better than none at all! Don't you agree? --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- If there is enough interest, I'll try a second part to this one. SeeShow 10473 1.34/512345